but what i really wanted to show you was something about playing with your penis (thanks, fellow sleepysnortfuckers!) and also that i have been contributing to we who are about to die too and also that ‘other’ has been kicking out some amazing things ok thanks
hello i am participating in international change your blog template (ICYBT) day which explains why this blog is now pink and which is what if you really loved me you would have noticed and emailed me about
an arrow points at another which points at another. that’s how we go around, chasing each other like tails.
writing can never be an enjoyable experience for me because writing is either work or therapy.
you can never be an enjoyable experience for me because you are either work or therapy.
it’s like me, mixed up with him and a little bit of another.
it’s like when you toss up all the candy and it lands and some of it hits you in the head.
I don’t want her. I don’t want a girl that doesn’t flow. I don’t want a girl that doesn’t glide weightlessly towards me with a thin smile. I want a girl like gauze. I want a girl that exists in streams, that tears into long strips, that can easily float onto a breeze. I want a girl that rustles soft like paper, a girl that doesn’t spit, that isn’t big, that doesn’t open wide, that doesn’t lie back. I want a girl that’s tightly wrapped and lean. A girl narrow like string, sparse like vellum. I want to feel her perpendicular, outstretched, reaching from her slight core far outwards, miles and miles of her, reams of her, taut and fine.
Thing #1
Like some days ago Ben Brooks was here, but it turns out that he had been here all along. He was just hiding. His favorite hiding places are: in the fridge behind the bottled water I drink when I have panic attacks and making me laugh in front of YouTube windows and of course behind the couch. Some of the pictures in my head say: Ben eating frozen mango yogurt. Ben and Chris Killen leaning into each other in conversation. Ben sitting in the bathtub reading The Insurgent out loud. Ben making faces. Sometimes I think we talk about writing. Now Ben’s hiding in my womb.
I am reading An Island of Fifty out loud but in a soothing voice and it’s hard to tell if Ben’s listening. I want everyone to read Island of Fifty and The Insurgent right now. I want to read The Insurgent right now too and probably again at some future point.
Thing #2
In 2011 a chapbook on Mud Luscious Press will say my name and tell how my milkshake brings all the boys. A genuine MLP chap. I think it will be called this love is office lighting (great and harsh but always off when no one’s there). This is all thanks to J. A. Tyler. I fear if I think about it any more my heart will poof like glitter in a snowglobe and I will have to go to the emergency room again and I don’t like doctors.